Helga.—What danger is there in them?
Salvor.—That he loses possession of his senses, and becomes even more sick thereafter.
Helga (vehemently).—His kinsmen must not know that he is sick, or else they will take matters in their own hands. He will have to have drugs so strong as to give him strength to hold council with them.
Salvor.—But if he loses possession of his senses during it?
Helga (with a look of relief).—Let me take care of that. Then I shall speak for him, for all his intentions are known to me.
Salvor.—My advice it is not to use strong drugs; they may endanger Kolbein's life.
Helga.—Will you, low-born woman, give advice to a great?
Salvor.—Why seek you then a low-born woman to heal the great?
Helga.—I knew none better. Do as I bid you!
Salvor.—I shall do as you bid, my lady. You run the risk, not I.